[OPEN] One Armed Bandit

[badroll]

WHO: Kite and YOU!
WHERE: Martia Falls, and the Passione Casino
WHEN: Evening of 4/15
WHAT: Slot machines and also Kite is like Snow White or something, where did all these animals come from...
WARNINGS: None so far.

a; slots at the passione casino
[Kite had a lot on his mind. There was a lot of unfinished business back home that, even if he weren’t here, he wouldn’t have been able to finish anyway. Because as he reached out for his second small glass of liquor, he recalls the sharp and sudden pain of having his arm torn off.

There was more than that too, and the memory of the chimera ant’s aura alone is enough to send a chill up his spine, let alone the fight. The raw and sheer power of that creature. Even his best weapon and all his years of experience hadn’t been more than enough to scratch it.

Taking a sip of his drink, Kite’s perpetually stoic expression remains as such even with his buzz, and even as he reaches out to pull the arm of the slot machine. There’s an atmosphere of wanting to be left alone about him, but he’s really not as cold as he looks. He could do for some company instead of mulling over what he couldn’t change--over his own weakness, in a sense. There was some comfort in knowing his judgement was right, but that was all. He was still worried over a lot of things, and he could only hope that he had bought enough time for Gon and Killua to escape.

As roulette spins and lands on three of the same, sparse winnings pouring into the collector below, he only has one thing to say:] Hm...bad roll.

b; around martia falls with a kitty
[Back outside after spending most of the night in the casino, Kite lets out a long sigh as he tugs the brim of his hat down, trying to recall where the Porter was again. In retrospect, maybe he shouldn’t have come all the way out here just the gamble, but he was still getting settled in and needed something to do.

While he stands there lost in thought with a hand on his waist, a full grown cat passes by to purr and rub its side against his leg. Despite the bad week, he finds himself looking down and then crouching to reach out and pet the animal. At the same time his other hand comes round to search for a collar, but there is none.]

Pretty friendly for a stray… [Abandoned, then? That or it was an outdoor cat, or perhaps a restaurant owner’s favourite uninvited guest. At any rate, it seemed to be well kempt.]

c; the cats are multiplying
[Kite is walking again, but he's not alone now. The cat is following him still, and this time two more have joined it.

You know, he--

Has mixed feelings about cats suddenly.]

d; wildcard
[For anywhere around Martia Falls or the Passione Casino. Kite plays other games besides just the slots!]

Comments

Sokay

[debauchewy]

"Better to keep track! How rude Kite, isn't winning important to you?" A chuckle, giving him a fake pout.

"It's not often I'm not 'fine'. But maybe you've just caught me on a good day." A feline like smile. Dice, 5-2-6. Brows up. He smile, feeling the dice a little in his hand.

4-5-6.

"Oh!"

[badroll]

Kite just rubs his head--a little bashfully--in response to that. He hates to admit the alcohol is getting to him in any way, but there it is.

"Perfect...," he blinks a little in surprise, eyebrows raised again. That put them at 5 to 7. Things were getting pretty close.

2-4-6.

4-4-1. "...Tch. Looks like I'm the one making bad rolls now."

[debauchewy]

"Looks like! Four, four, one, not very good." A tsk sound, clicking his tongue against his teeth. He smiles, feeling little by little that this person has a lot to hide, but that was already obvious, an adult... and a hunter from his own world. Just looking at him he'd rate him rather high.

Hisoka licks his lips, subtle at least, looking back down and picking up the dice.

2-1-6.

"How about the winner buys a drink no matter what? While the loser owes the favours." 4-5-1. 2-3-5.

2-2-5. A smirk, though he hides it for the most part.

"Seven to six, your favour, hm?"

[badroll]

"Sounds fair," Kite had enough winnings left over to afford a few drinks, so he didn't mind it if he won. Of course, he was more concerned about losing...a pair plus 5 wasn't an easy roll to beat.

"I'll decide if we get to that." As it is, Kite has no idea what he'd ask. He'd probably just hold it as an IOU.

1-1-4. His lips pull into a frown.

huhu

[debauchewy]

2-3-4.

"Ooh close to the worst!" Moves to knock on the wood of the table. He smiles, sticking out his tongue a little.

1-2-3----

No they keep rolling and stop. 1-5-6. 1-3-6!

A small whistle.

"The tension is hiiigh~" 1-1-3!

"Bubuuu. All that suspense for nothing." Puffs out a breath through his nose. That makes them eight to Hisoka's six.

[badroll]

"Things often look more exciting than they actually are." All that for nothing indeed, but just because Kite only had two more points left to win didn't mean things couldn't turn around.

1-1-2. His next roll proves as much. "Damn...bad roll."

[debauchewy]

"That's when you take a closer look." A low gaze, a penetrating one, giving Kite a sly smile as those dice roll.

Dice snatched. Fast. He rolls. 6-1-2.

1-1-6.

A smile. No, a grin.

"Eight to seven."

[badroll]

Kite has a feeling Hisoka knows something he doesn't, and his gaze sharpens at that thought. Nothing seems off about the dice themselves... "You seem confident."

2-3-5.

5-6-1.

2-2-1. The only roll worse than this was an automatic loss. They were really neck-and-neck now.

[debauchewy]

He does. Or- doesn't? Maybe he's just enjoying the idea of getting another drink in this man, or having those favours, both seem nice. Both he gets if he wins. Winning sure sounds like a good idea right now.

"Ah, it seems your luck as turned on you, or perhaps I'm speaking too soon?" Rolls. 5-5-4.

"Or not." A fox like smile.

"I believe that's a tie?"

[badroll]

"If you haven't won, it's too soon," it was just a tie, but the next win wasn't even the decisive one; they were both only at 8 points.

Taking the dice again: 2-5-6.

5-1-2.

2-3-4.

6-6-1. Kite tugs the brim of his hat down at this one. "Again..."

[debauchewy]

"Those sixes are so deceiving." A smile, catching that gesturing. Hiding his eyes? Cute.

1-2-4 for his first roll. 2-1-2!

"Neither!" A small clap. "No points. See? Don't be so dramatic."

[badroll]

"Still a tie..." Kite tilts his head up, eying the dice. This was a little more intense than he'd like to admit.

"I'm not being dramatic." That's just how he always acted, and now it was time to get things rolling:

3-1-4.

1-1-3. "Hmph, another bad roll."

[debauchewy]

2-3-6.

3-5-6.

2-5-5!

"A shame. Well the tie is broken." A huff through his nose. 9-8!

[badroll]

"Too bad," that meant if he could win this next roll, this game was in the bag.

Unfortunately, this important roll was as weak as his last one: 2-2-3. Then again, his last one had still won.

[debauchewy]

"Too bad." Parrots, but his smile won't fade. He'll take those dice.

Mmm...

Rolls.

3-6-3.

"Again we meet." A low lidded gaze. 9-9.

[badroll]

"This is it," Kite picks up the dice, leering at them in his hands.

One last roll.

1-1-2.

His lips twitch. "...Damn." Talk about going out with a whimper.

[debauchewy]

Smiles. Maybe he won't have to cheat, is he willing to take a gamble?

6-6-3.

Who knows.

"Cha-chang! We have a winner!" Favours! He's beginning to enjoy winning favours. Is that now, seven left from Josuke, and a new ten from Kite? Of course, only ten minutes. But a lot can happen in ten minutes...

[badroll]

With a sigh, Kite brings his hand to his chin, propping it there as he looks thoughtfully at the decisive and final roll.

"Looks like you're buying me a drink," plus the whole favours thing. Oh boy, what has he gotten himself in to?

[debauchewy]

"Looks like!" Moving to pull the dice towards himself, he puts them under the table again and leans back, tapping his fingers against the felt for a moment. Ah-

He should probably get back to work though.

Mmmmnnn....

A sigh.

Feigning responsibility is annoying enough, but actually being responsible is brutal.

"Your poison then?"

[badroll]

At least he's not a sore loser, and Hisoka not an (unbearably) cocky winner. He's played with Ging after all; this was nothing.

"Anything's fine," Kite wasn't picky, but the alcohol really wasn't what he cared about right now. "So what do I owe you?"

[debauchewy]

Buu, he's jealous. Playing with Ging really sounds fun.

"Anything, really?" A brow raise.

"Ten favours." Said as he moves around from behind the card table. "Each for ten minutes."

[badroll]

Don't even get him started on Ging, he'll start rambling--there's more important matters at hand right now, anyway.

"What?" Kite's lips pull into a stern frown, his eyes intense and an aura to match. "That wasn't the bet. You get one favour."

[debauchewy]

Oh now he just wants to. If only the topic could come up some how... Maybe a few drinks in- later.

"I won ten times, didn't I?" Pout.

[badroll]

"And I won nine--but you only won the game once." This is not what he meant when he said he'd be wagering favours. Looks like they've had a misunderstanding, but Kite just can't flat-out refuse his side of the bargain.

[debauchewy]

A smile, raising his head a little.

"Is it that much of an issue? I didn't know you could be so easily challenged."